#senile animal care

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Hi! Our 11-year old cat has a very long claw on one of her front paws since recently-ish. While she is not the most active cat (never has been) she moves and eats normally for her and the claw doesn't bother her usually (except sometimes getting stuck in fabric) I'm a bit concerned about it. I read here on that blog that overgrown nails can be the a sign of illness - anything I need to watch out for and/or discuss with a vet?

I'll get a nail trimmer for her tomorrow so I can at least remove the tip of the nail. Any advice on making it easy on my girl (except taking it slow and lots of treats)?

Sueanoi here,

Cat claws are usually self shedding by a cat scratching on scratch post, or some cats would just bite off the top layer (sometimes with gusto...), but if a cat is reluctant to display this behavior it could be a sign of joint pain, or other problems, too (example, nail bed dermatophyte, but it's obvious at one look.). but I usually see this on joint problem cats. That would be a topic starter for your conversation with your vet.

cutting a cat claw you must be careful and avoid cutting into the quick (pink flesh inside). Because that is extremely painful and the cat will never want to comply to nail cutting ever again. Better to do shallow trim often than risk pain and bleeding.

I hope this is helpful.

[zipmode]

The family dog will notttt shut the fuck up GIRL THERE IS NOTHING OUTSIDE!!!!!!!! not to mention YOU ARE DEAF AND BLIND. WHAT are you BARKING ATTYYT

[fingertipsmp3]

Does anyone else have a neighbour whose animals are constantly getting loose or is this man just a fucking moron

[evilvillain123456789]

I keep a detailed log of every person I meet in a notebook (NOT just women. Men, children, nonbinary people, animals, pets especially, insects, if I can take note of a slime mold or plant or lichen too). It takes a really long time but I’ve committed most of the repeat offenders to memory. I have three spare rooms in my grandmas house full of these dossiers, and come sunfall I spend my nights rereading them and engraving their faces and forms into my minds eye. Then, when I sleep once a week, I begin to lucid dream. It’s taken years to train myself to be able to function on 14 hours of sleep for one week, and to force my mind to lucid dream, but now that I’m experienced at it it’s instantaneous. If I shut my eyes for too long i WILL fall asleep on the bus and wake up at the end of the line.

Anyways. During these lucid sessions I sit, levitating off of the solid earth in a yogi guru’s pose, hands at Saturn position, and will the creation of tulpas matching the description and behavior of my many subjects. They obey my every whim, and walk into line wearing white linen garments from Altar (available at any mall or shopping center with enough white women per square mile) and hold hands. Every week more and more appear, enough to fill my entire sight. The dogs and plants also wear accessories, all white, preferably a natural linen, and stand in line as well, holding paws and leaves. The microbes I’ve witnessed fill the spaces in between.

When I feel my mission is done I plan to summon an asteroid to destroy them all, and possibly my astral self. I’m making arrangements for my comatose body to be found and cared for by my senile grandma. If I wake, then I will be able to record the results of my lifelong experiment. If I’m successful my grandma will not be able to retrieve my soon to be corpse, as her tulpa will have been wiped out by the asteroid, along with most people in this town, a number of tourists, celebrities, and random passerby’s. I may even be able to decimate the local wildlife population, as well as some of the areas I’ve visited and made logs.

Wish me luck!

[ghostyolive]

I will always be so mad that FMA:B gave Greed a different dialogue with Bradley after the Devil's Nest massacre than in the manga because it feels like it just changes his characterization to be so much plainer and more cartoonishly assholish. Like they really wanted to rope you into thinking he was a bad guy so that his twist of caring about people would feel stronger, but it just makes me sad. In the VIZ Media Fullmetal Edition translation, the exchange goes:

Greed: "Whoa there Bradley. How could you do this to them? They were my people."

Bradley: "Feeling pity for your pawns? How pathetic."

Greed: "Pity?! Do you forget who the hell you're dealing with?! I am greed incarnate!! Money, women, henchmen, everything-- they're my possessions! They're all mine! I won't let you take away what belongs to me!!"

...And the exchange in the English dub of FMA:B goes:

Greed: "Whoa, that was a little excessive. Killing me is one thing, but they're not coming back."

Bradley: "Pitying the lost lives of your pawns? Pathetic."

Greed: "Excuse me, are you senile? Did you forget who I am, old man? I'm the living incarnation of greed! Those weren't my friends, Bradley. They were my possessions! Money, women, henchmen-- They're all possessions!"

And that difference is absolutely insane! His manga version is in some ways more obvious and in some ways more ambiguous about his care for his friends. On the one hand, he staunchly refuses to pity them. (I would say that this is because he respects their right to self-determination and what they signed on for when they followed him, but that's almost pure speculation.) But on the other, he specifically refers to them as "[his] people." This really effectively toes the line between multiple meanings-- "[his] people" colloquially would refer to friends, but it also emphasizes ownership. It sets up his arc of acknowledging friendship while also not detracting from his care for the Devil's Nest gang.

The anime just makes him... indifferent and snarky? On a surface level, it makes his character arc far more clear as somebody learning to love and care about others, but it also really devalues his experiences with his gang. I guess I can almost understand why people just forget about them aside from the bit with Bido when they only watch FMA:B considering that it absolutely glosses over just about every part of the manga that makes you care about them. Why should people consider those random guys in the beginning when he makes it clear that he never cared about them? /s

And it's more than just the writing that I have a problem with. Even the animation is so distinctly different from what's shown in the manga that the tone ends up absolutely flipped on his head.

(Note: this online scan doesn't use the official translation) Greed's expression here can best be described as one of pure rage. I think you could maybe loosely interpret the first panel as a grin, but the second panel clears up how he's feeling pretty well. It's especially poignant since the three panels preceding these two entirely obscure his expression. Any calm and collectedness has been shed in the face of his gang's massacre and his eyes are bulging and furious in a way that they haven't been drawn before. And how does the anime handle this absolute gut punch?

Um. Not good, frankly. It's definitely got the wildness of his original expression, but it conveys none of the anger. It throws off what's essentially his greatest display of hypocrisy-- That he only gets angry when his gang is hurt, just like how Ed only gets angry when Al is hurt. Absolutely nothing about his reaction properly conveys rage or frustration, and that honestly just sucks. While episode 13 served as a pretty decent and streamlined recap of chapters 25-28, episode 14 really screwed with some of the moments that made Greed's arc feel so powerful and bittersweet.

Tl;dr Please oh please go read the manga version of og Greed's arc <3

[kylejsugarman]

but honestly like. the implications of the story that jesse tells about the wild animal living in his aunt’s house during “fly” are so fucking dire in the context of how that story ends. with his aunt ginny still convinced it’s there despite him telling her over and over that it’s gone. and him saying “that’s how she got towards the end”. we know that he started living with her in high school and that she specifically left him her house because he took care of her while she was sick with cancer. we don’t know details, but we know that they were there for each other when it seems like adam and diane weren’t. to hear that ginny was senile or delusional towards the end of her life, when it was still just the two of them, is so devastating because it’s been implied to us that ginny was the only adult in jesse’s life who Knew him and cared for him in spite of his flaws and lifestyle. for him to lose that connection and have her mentally decay in front of him, to spend her last days trying to still talk to her even though she probably wasn’t oriented enough to remember his name, must have been so hard. and i think that adds a whole new dimension to this story in the context of the episode. in “fly”, walt is acting delusional, ill, senile, and whether jesse likes it or not, walt is the only person who truly Knows him and has been there throughout this journey. he doesn’t want to lose another connection. he doesn’t want to be forgotten and left alone again.

[bunniekittiee]

(MK1) Bi-Han Headcanons

I was listening to Jar of Flies and it came into my head that I never did separate Bi-Han headcanons about himself. So this is what I think he would be like. This is also very music-based but yk its all good.

Bi-Han is known as the goth man of Mortal Kombat because of Noob but I think he would be a bit more grungey.

He loved dark and haunting music even before he became a wraith.

Alice In Chains was his first listen to Earthrealm music as he had never interacted with it before. Johnny had to tell him about them.

“I think it’s up your alley.” Johnny told him as he handed him a CD player with a few CDs.

Bi-Han did not trust his judgement at first and even put it off for a little bit, but he soon regretted putting it off as soon as he listened to Jar of Flies.

Absolutely loved AIC after this.

Related Jar of Flies to his own trauma with losing his mother and his father’s harsh treatment.

That’s another can of worms that cannot be opened in great detail today.

Would also like Narrow Head, Superheaven (duh i headcanon every character to like them), Mareux, Basement, Nine Inch Nails, but that’s just to name a few.

Associates “Hole in the Ground” by Superheaven with Kuai Liang and tries to not listen to it too much.

This is much worse after his betrayal. Bi-Han hardly touches the song after because of this.

It would only make him feel horrible and guilty.

Also associates “Necrosis” by Narrow Head with his father because of his hurtful treatment as a kid.

Bi-Han was trained a pushed a lot harder than Kuai Liang and even Tomas who was not their blood kin, so Bi-Han held a lot of resentment for his father.

He treated Tomas more like a son than he did Bi-Han.

Bi-Han wondered if this was so he could become a tough Grandmaster, and that’s how he reasoned it in his head, but it still messed with him.

When he lost his mother, it was devastating. She was the only one who supported him and took care of him after suffering from bouts of hypothermia from his father testing his might in the Arctika.

She was there for everything and always made sure Bi-Han was well.

When she passed, he did not have that support system anymore. That is when he knew it was time to become a man and move on.

He never moved on, but he did become a man.

His exterior was already cold, but it became much more worse after the death of his mother.

That is the Bi-Han we know today.

He never held much warmth despite his brothers telling him he should.

He hardly wanted to give his father a funeral, but he knew he could not go in that direction. He needed to honor him despite his dishonorable acts against the Lin Kuei.

He was a weak, senile Grandmaster. He was not fit to rule.

But Bi-Han was, he was ready to reform the clan and change the weaker policies his father implemented after the death of his mother.

Kuai Liang always tried to reason with Bi-Han, but he never changed his mind. Once Bi-Han was set, he was ready.

It didn’t matter what Kuai said or did, Bi-Han would never budge.

He was very stubborn to the dismay of his brothers.

Late at night if Bi-Han could not sleep, he would listen to music to help him.

Bi-Han could not sleep well because of the creeping thoughts of his childhood/adulthood that caused him great pain.

It often seeped into his dreams which caused him to not be able to go back to sleep.

That’s why he looks so tired, he just has a hard time sleeping. His mind is too occupied and the gears are always turning about.

“Blank” by Glare also makes Bi-Han reflect on his life. He listens to that when he can’t sleep.

Sometimes, it’s able to lull him to sleep.

Tomas and Kuai do worry about Bi-Han.Tomas suspects that Bi-Han is depressed, maybe anxiety-ridden.

But they’ll never know. Bi-Han is super against vulnerability and he hates to feel that way.

He also does not like to be forced to talk about his feelings or what’s bothering him. It makes him feel like he’s trapped in a corner like a wild animal.

After Bi-Han’s betrayal, Sektor and Cyrax are the ‘replacements’ for his siblings.

But they never are interested in what Bi-Han’s mental stability is. They are not that close to be aquatinted like that.

All they care about is having a Grandmaster that is ready to conquer and give them orders. They are warriors, they are ready for anything Bi-Han throws their way.

When Bi-Han was younger, his father did everything to make his life difficult. This lead to Bi-Han being very angry often.

He trained alone in the temple, his knuckles bloody from the amount of punching he did. His knuckles would be raw and cut open badly.

His mother would coax him away from the training room to let her wrap his hands up. She did this very often as Bi-Han was the main target of his father’s wrath.

He hardly cried in front of her, but every once in a while he broke. But she picked up his pieces.

Bi-Han loved his mother greatly, her death pained him the most out of everyone.

So when he looks in the mirror, all he sees reflecting back at him is his mother.

Her eyes, her facial features, her caring demeanor.

But Bi-Han was hardened, extremely rough around the edges.

He could never be as caring and loving like her. It wasn’t in his DNA to be that way. That was more Kuai Liang’s personality.

Sometimes if he stared for too long, he would see her in the mirror. But only for a mere moment.

He blamed it on lack of sleep and never told anyone.

Bi-Han is extremely troubled, and he requires a lot of patience and understanding. He will not open up right away to anyone.

[sweetvelaryon]

[jaceluke]

[modern!au]

[smut, murder]

[words : 10637]

[song inspired — CARNIVAL BY ¥$, Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign, Rich the Kid, Playboi Carti —  Carousel by Melanie Martinez]

[ full oneshot available: Wattpad: @sxarletdevil

book name: LUCERYS VELARYON

ONESHOT NAME: twin flames ]

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Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffery all walked through the carnival, cold air nipping at their pink cheeks. it was a rare occasion to see the Velaryon brothers out and about. Jace had just returned from a long trip in Pentos, while Lucerys ran the long awaited Targaryen and Velaryon business. his mother being CEO of Targaryen Corp and his father Laenor being CEO to Driftmark Enterprises had him busy. Now that Jacaerys was back the work load would be less. Joffery was only seven but pressure was already starting to build in the young boy. it was still undecided if Joffery would take Luke's place as future CEO of Velaryon Enterprises or if he would be moved to Strong Industries. there was no doubt between the brothers each would be a CEO for the rest of their lives.

their parents were on a business trip which it really wasn't. it was more of a visiting trip to their senile grandfather, Viserys. their mother, her wife and three husbands would be gone for the rest of the upcoming week. they took their many siblings trusting Jace and Luke can handle the little work things and care for Joffery. it wasn't the time they had been left alone with their younger brother but it would be the first with the three of them together. Jace kept stealing glances at his lovely brother beside him. the moonlight gave an ethereal shine to his soft, pale skin.

"wanna ride the carousel?" Luke asked joffery as they walked past the ride.

"no! I'm not a child luce." he quickly spoke as he went in line for a rollercoaster.

"aww, but I remember you loving the carousel," Jace teased as they got in line.

"yeah, when I was like four or three," Joffery replied.

"apologies my dear CEO," Luke gave a bow to the young boy hearing Jace laugh beside him. "tell me how you would like you coffee, black or with three creams and sugar?"

joffery rolled his eyes, "ha ha, you know I like my apple juice in the mornings."

the brothers rode rollercoasters, played games winning stuff animals, and eating deep fried Oreos. as they were leaving joffery stopped behind them. Jace and Luke turned to the small boy, confused.

joffery clutched his dragon stuff animal - that he named Tyraxes - his doe eyes looked shinny in the moonlight, "can we ride the carousel?"

Lucerys smiled softly at him before looking to Jacaerys, "of course." the carnival was pretty empty so no one was staring at the odd trio as Jace helped Joffery up on the horse and Luke still a child at heart got on the one beside him. Jace stood in the middle between them, leaning against Luke as the carousel went round and round. it got unspeakably hot between the elder brothers as the both kept stealing glances at one another.

Jace hoped Joffery wouldn't notice. the last thing he needed on his already full plate was his brother blabbing away about how his brothers look at each other with something more than kindness and fondness. on the way back home Luke sat in the front seat, Joffery was sound asleep in the back. soft music played through the speakers of the BMW. Lucerys looked over to Jace seeing he was solely focused on the road. his eyes carefully trailed down his clothing, expensive black trench coat he only wears if it's necessary, the white button up shirt underneath is no doubt Prada. his long curly, brown hair was pulled back in a man bun. his eyes go to his hand on the steering wheel, veiny and strong. the urge to reach and touch his other hand was too alluring. to feel the warmth of his blood and flesh against his soft putty hands. his felt his cheeks warm at the thoughts that fuled his fantasies. he quickly looked away before he noticed. no doubt he probably had already noticed.

when they finally arrived to the lovely mansion, Dragonstone. Lucerys unlocking the front door and picking up the toys that littered the front door. "ugh, egg and vis," he complained.

jacaerys just chuckled as he fixed his hold on his surprisingly heavy brother. "glass of wine?" Luke asked him softly as he was making his way up the stairs.

"wine sounds good," Jace answered.

Lucerys shrugged off his blue coat and hung it up on the hanger before heading into the living room. he continued kicking and pushing toys to the large toy box before turning on the furnace and settling wood in it. the warm fire illuminated the massive living room and heated up the cold house. Luke went to the wine room next door picking his favorite of Westrosi red wine. which conveniently was his mother's and grandmother's favorite. he grabbed two glasses and went back to the living room. Jacaerys had descended downstairs and was hanging his trench coat up.

yep, Prada.

Lucerys placed the glasses on the glass table and popped open the wine. Jace watched him carefully as he poured the red liquid into the cups. the bright red blouse he wore was perfectly shaped to his figure and gave a perfect sight of his breast underneath. the tight, black business pants gave business while the top half gave slutty. the gold eating gave a touch of elegancy and thr ring on his pinky with the Velaryon sigil. he had one exactly like his but his ring was a bit bigger and had the Targaryen sigil. the three dragons that once represented the family Targaryen power. at least that's the stories his mother would tell him. Luke handed him the glass of wine, he reached out and grabbed it letting his fingers touch his brothers. he noticed his brother staring at him before and he now noticed his cheeks flush bright red. Lucerys gave him a smile before sitting down with his own glass of wine. jacaerys watched him take off his Red Bottom heels and toss them to the side.

"those are expensive," Jace commented at his carelessness.

"I can always buy more," he replied bringing the red wine to his lips. the pair stayed quiet as they basked in the warmth of the roaring fire and heat of the red wine melting it's way in their veins.

Lucerys was the first to speak up, "did mother already tell you?"

"tell me what?" Jacaerys looked at him confused.

he scoffed as he sipped his wine, "of course she didn't. a marriage purposely has been made to Hightower Enterprises. more like they made it to us but, our lovely uncle Aemond Targaryen might be my new husband."

Jace tried to hide the complete disappointment and hatred written on his face but it was all there. it was bad enough Aemond was obsessed with Luke after their incident. "how soon?" he asked.

how much time do I have to save you from this shit wedding? don't tell me there's no time. I shouldn't had went on that stupid business trip. fuck. no I refuse to be second to him again.

"a week." Luke answered.

a fucking week. was our lovely mother ever going to tell me?

"how long have you known?" jacaerys asked as he leaned forward to his brother.

"three months," he answered, a pained expression painted in his blue eyes.

I have a week to ruin and save you. I know you don't want to get married. at least not to that psychopath.

"I have something for you," Jace put his glass down and stood up. Luke felt a tinge of disappointment from not getting a declaration of love or a future rescue from his brother. he didn't expect his brother to just ignore it. he drowned the rest of the red wine and poured another glass. Jacaerys finally came back and held his hand to Luke. Lucerys stood up his fingers gently caressing the necklace in his brothers hand. the metal steel felt familiar as if it was from a distance land. his fingers go over the red ruby in the center held by a disk-like steel.

"it's beautiful, Jace," he gushed as he continued to touch the jewelry. his brother snatched it back pulling him out of the trance, "turn around."

god, why do you look so fuckable? Aemond can't have you. so much innocence. so much perfectness.

the fire warmed the living room more as Luke swallowed thickly and turned around. the demand of Jace's cold voice made his body hum in a pleasureable response. his body shuddered as he felt Jace press against him from behind and his breathing gently caressing the back of his neck. he slightly gasped as the cold chain was placed around his neck and clasped onto him. he felt Jace press his hand to the little skin the blouse allowed to be revealed. his hot skin burned with the touch and more so when he felt his brother's lips gently kiss the sensitive skin of his neck. Jace feeling the soft skin of his brother beneath his lips made him drunker then the red wine he hated but knew how much his brother loved. he felt luke lean back to his warmth and ever so softly whimper at the feeling.

"we have a busy week ahead of us. we should get some sleep," Jace spoke up utterly ruining the moment between them.

Lucerys tried to hide the disappointment in his voice as he grabbed his glass of wine, "of course."

Jace hated acting that way to him but it would work out in the end. he hoped.

MONDAY

jacaerys opened his eyes to a pitch black room. it was always like this and that's how he liked it. he didn't want to know if it was 8 a.m. or 3 p.m. the only reason he woke up is because of the music playing downstairs. even in the large mansion everything can be heard. he grabbed his phone and read the time.

7:30 a.m.

he frowned and got up from his bed slipping on his slippers and walking downstairs. he should've grabbed a shirt before leaving the room but he had already decended downstairs to the kitchen. he immediately recognized the song playing HUMBLE by Kendrick Lamar and the rappers Lucerys and Joffery. he leaned against the frame as joffery and Luke both still in pajamas made breakfast. joffery was in a spider man pajamas and Luke in a satin blue robe. he looked over at the table seeing Joffery's backpack and lunch packed.

"I'm sure their aren't other seven year olds listening to Kendrick Lamar at seven in the morning," jacaerys announced.

Lucerys turned to his brother and nearly stopped breathing. his cheeks flushed bright red as he turned away from the godly sight of his brother shirtless.

"joffery get dressed," Luke ushered him off.

the boy ran passed his brother and upstairs to dress. Luke flipped the French toast and poured a cup of coffee for Jace. Jace walked over to him and stood beside the stove.

"black. I assume," Lucerys smiled softly at him, handing the mug.

"you assume correctly," he replied.

Jacaerys watched Luke take the French toast and put more in the pan whilst flipping the sausage links. "what's on the agenda today?" he asked. his purple eyes went to necklace around his neck.

"I'm dropping joffery off at school and I have a meeting at Driftmark Enterprises with the Greyjoys. you have a meeting with the Martells," Luke told him.

Jace frowned, "Martells? I thought they hated us Targaryens."

"maybe they want a change or something. don't fuck it up, per moms request. I have to pick up our suits for Friday's gala. so you pick up Joffery up from soccer practice. what do you want for dinner?" he asked.

"gala Friday? that won't be for mentioning your wedding, will it?" jacaerys asked.

say no. say no. say no.

"it's not. that will be Saturday because the wedding will for short and sweet. like my life." he replied.

knew better / forever boy by Ariana grande started playing. Luke had turned off the stove and put the remaining dishes in the sink. jacaerys reached out, letting his hands slowly caress his hips and waist and turning him around. Luke's cheeks were flushed as he turned to face him. his nipples pebbled through the silk robe. "I have a week to ruin your wedding and I plan to make you mine. I'll win you over rightful so." he told him.

Luke softly giggled at him before Jace pushed his lips to him. Lucerys pulled away and jacaerys was confused. he thought Luke wanted this and clearly he read the room wrong. Lucerys noticed the confusion and laughed again, "I'll kiss you again after you brush your teeth."

Jace rolled his eyes pressed his head down onto lukes shoulder. "are you two done? I want my breakfast," Joffery announced.

"shit we're gonna be late. give Joffery some food I have to dress," Luke ran up the stairs to his room.

Jacaerys turned to grab a plate and fed his brother. "you think you can beat uncle Aemond for Luke's endless love?" joffery asked as Jace put a plate down in front of him and maple syrup.

"what makes you think I can't?" Jace asked him.

"I know Aemond is like not right in the head but Lucerys likes that. he likes the obsessiveness. I noticed it because he does it a lot when your around. he likes to be desired." joffery explained to his older brother.

Jacaerys narrowed his eyes at him, "stop reading fanfiction."

joffery laughed.

Lucerys ran down the stair putting on his YSL heels and grabbing his coat, "Joffery you done? we're late!"

joffery shoved the last bit of french toast and grabbed his stuff. "see you later Jace and don't forget to pick Joffery up after soccer practice!"

Luke and joffery were out the door leaving Jace to the music still playing in the kitchen. walk em like a dog by saucy Santana played. he laughed at himself before eating and getting dressed.

Luke's heels clicked on the marble floor as he entered the building High Tide and made his way to his office. hours passed and he wasn't even focused during the meeting. he played with his pen, the memory of Jace's lips on his echoing.

"Mr Velaryon?" Celine spoke to him.

he snapped out of his thoughts, "sorry I wasn't listening. repeat what you said Dalton."

"uh, well my company would like to settle in with you for investments into the Stepstones. we can very much use the channels there," he explained.

"no." he answered.

"no?" dalton repeated.

"did I studder?" Lucerys snapped at him.

"I don't understand. why not?" he asked.

"we found the Stepstones first and it was my grandfather, Corlys that wished it to stay Velaryon territory. so unfortunately for you and other companies I will not be opening to investing factors to those channels." Luke answered.

"you won't make money that way," dalton retorted.

"it's not always about making money, Mr. Greyjoy," Lucerys replied with a fakest of smiles he could conjure up.

his receptionist, Claire, knocked on his door and poked her head in, "apologies, Mr Velaryon you have a visitor."

Luke clenched his jaw as he closed his folder, "if any other questions call or send an email. don't waste my time next time."

he walked out the room and followed claire to his office. before he went in he held a finger up to her, perfectly manicured and with a gold ring wrapped around the digit, "interrupt another meeting and you're done. that's a second strike."

"it won't happen again sir," she gave a sharp nod before walking off. he opened his door finding his silver haired fiance in his chair with legs propped up on his desk.

"there's my lovely future wife," Aemond smiles at him.

"get your disgusting feet off my desk." he says as he walked past him and to the folders on the edge of the desk.

"oh, my love, is that a way to greet your husband," he says reaching for his hand but Luke had already moved spot.

"you're not my husband yet. what do you want aemond? I'm busy," Luke says still not paying him much attention.

"dinner. tonight." he says putting his feet on the ground and walking towards him.

"I can't. my mom's out on a trip and Jace and I are taking care of Joffery," Lucerys replied.

Aemond stopped his movements as soon as he heard Jace's name. "Jace is back?"

Luke looks up at him, seeing his violet eye was now darker than usual, "he knows of our proposal if that's what your wondering."

"just you, Jace, and Joffery in that big mansion, huh," he says, his fingers digging into the seat in front of him.

"listen, Aemond, thank you for visiting but I have other meetings and things to do." Luke tempted to usher him out.

"when can I stop by and visit?" he asked.

"Aemond for fuck sake I'll be seeing you this weekend for the public announcement and at the Gala Friday. please leave." Lucerys told him again. Aemond reached out and grabbed his hand pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. no more words were exchanged as he left leaving Luke to the silence of his office.

Lucerys slumped in his chair letting a sigh escape his tired body. it was late when he finally got home. he carried three suits over his shoulder as he opened the front door and the sound of pans clattering around echoed in the kitchen.

"I'm home!" he yelled as shut the door behind him.

"luce!" joffery ran in from the kitchen and smacked his body into his.

"oof! okay, okay, calm down I saw you this morning," Luke hugged him back. "here take these upstairs to my room."

joffery ran upstairs with the bag of suits while Luke walked into the kitchen. Jace held his arms out, he wore Laenor's apron which said kiss the cook, a cocky smile on his lips, "I made dinner!"

"please tell me everything is properly cooked and we won't get food poisoning," Luke raised an eyebrow at him as he went to warm pots filled with food.

"I'm not that much of an awful cook," Jace took much offense as Luke mixed the pasta sauce and tasted it.

a satisfied moan left his lips, that moan going straight to Jace's cock, "it's not bad."

"you wanna kiss the cook in real thanks?" Jace asked as he leaned in just a tad bit more to Luke.

"to boost your ego?" Lucerys asked with a toothy smile as he wrapped his arms around him. his heels giving him the perfect height to his brother.

"no, just because I want to kiss you," Jace replied.

Lucerys leaned in and took his brothers lips in his. he tangled his hands in between his curls giving them a slight tug. jace's hands gently rested on his waist before sliding down his ass and giving a gentle slap and squeeze.

"not in front of my food!" joffery screamed causing both of them to quickly pull apart.

Luke's cheeks flushed a deep red as Jace cleared his throat and went back to mixing his food. "your food will be just fine Joff. did you do your homework?"

"how can I after what I just witnessed?" he spoke dramatically.

"quit being such a drama queen," Luke told him as he made the boy sit down and started setting the plates. dinner went by quickly and joffery easily put out to bed.

Jace sat in the family office room running numbers while Lucerys looked over the blueprints for a proper warehouse in the Stepstones. Jacaerys stopped looking at the computer and was just staring at Luke. he admired the hell out of his brother. the way his fingers traced every little detail on blueprints, his pen circling whatever he didn't like or needed to moved, his blue eyes scanned the paper over and over again, he whispered to himself helping himself think, the way his brows were furrowed together to show he was truly concentrating. focus, ambition, and cunning were words to describe the man in front of him. even in black suit pants and white blouse. the necklace from yesterday still sat proudly on his neck.

"are you done or are you going to keep staring?" Luke asked not taking his eyes off the blueprint.

"I like the view," Jacaerys replied.

blue eyes snapped to his and clearly he wasn't in the mood. "I'm off to bed. don't stay up to late. I have an early meeting and you need to take Joffery to school."

"hey, how bout we go to dinner tomorrow? you, me, and Joff?" jacaerys asked as he watched his brother grab his heels off the floor.

"sure you want me to meet you at the restaurant?" Luke asked.

"nah, come home and we'll go together," Jace replied.

"okay, good night."

"good night."

[sadesluvr]

Hello, new here! I first found you through your William Afton fics and LOVED THEM!! Especially the one with ghost reader, that was a fun one (which kinda inspired me for this ask)

If it's alright, I would like to request a movie William Afton scenario, with again some crazy supernatural elements, where the reader is kind of a shape-shifter/metamorph. The best part is the animal form the reader and shift into is a rabbit!!

Whether platonic or romantic fluff (although I kinda want to see platonic the most), whichever you decide, I was thinking of a scenario where the reader was exploring the rural/forest areas outside of the city when they spot the abandoned pizzeria, get curiouse and go to investigate. But coincidentally, William is there doing some killings from recent intruders trashing the place. And before they can be caught they shift, so Will only finds a supposedly small abandoned domestic rabbit that found its way here. He's taking it home :). Reader is freaking out. And maybe after a little while, however you chose, Will discovers the rabbit being the reader and secret of being a shape shifter and surprised.

You can continue it however you wish.

A/N: Hey, I’m glad you like my work! Thanks for the ask and being patient - This is more of a drabble/list of headcanons bc it was easier for me to write :)

William isn’t really a pet kind of guy. Vanessa had a fish and a rabbit, but since she grew out of it he’s never felt the need for an animal companion

Still, he takes you home because something about you reminds him of his past- both good and bad

He puts you in a random box that’s filled with spare parts, hoping he doesn’t have to wash more blood from his hands since there’s a few blunt nails and hums on his way back

You, on the other hand, are worried. You won’t be able to get home, and you’ve seen what he’s capable of

You’re shy at first - you don’t eat, and rub away from pets

But he’s actually rather kind to you - he leaves out water and spare veggies. He doesn’t have a hutch at first but makes sure your shoebox is clean and padded with blankets

Eventually you start roaming around the house and opening up to him. He’s totally chill as you watch him make sandwiches for work and stuff, and he even starts talking to you. It’s actually kind of wholesome given the fact you met him murdering someone….

When he’s out, you shower and go back to doing your regular human stuff. Once, his neighbour almost caught you standing by a window you left open so that you could get back in (bunny form). Luckily she was senile so William brushed it off

Your luck runs out one day when he comes home unexpectedly. He sees feet under the door to the bathroom and is ready to kill - bursting into the room without care - only to find you, his pet.

He’s confused, thinking the intruder disappears, but sees your socks on the floor. He doesn’t believe it, even when you shift right in front of him:

“Don’t hurt me!” you say. “It’s crazy, but I can explain…”

You tell him everything about you - including why you were there at the pizzeria that night. He’s shocked, even considering the fact he’s created literal Frankenstein’s, but he softens

Is most impressed you didn’t rat him out to the cops

Both of your secrets are now safe with each other - William still looks after you (he prefers when you’re in bunny form) but there’s times where you’ve had a bit of breakfast together before he leaves

It’s nice, actually. You kind of keep him sane.

Getting a matching purple tie for you like his Springbonnie suit 

But he’s a psycho at heart so of course he’s thinking of how he could *inadvertently* use you in his schemes….

His best friend is a bunny. It doesn’t make sense but he doesn’t either

[synergysilhouette]

Brainstorming my own idea for "Kingdom of the Sun"

Originally conceived as an epic musical on par with "The Lion King" before becoming the buddy comedy "The Emperor's New Groove," KOTS suffered a lot of story issues that prevented the film from being made with the original intentions--though with my own details.

Our protagonists: Emperor Manco and the peasant Capac, heteropaternal fraternal twins, which is a pretty way of saying they're twins with different fathers--plus they were born 10 days apart. Yes, it's possible, and in order for them to look alike, they both take traits from their mother, who plays a role in this. Manco was raised by the temperamental and emotional Emperor Sayri (think King Triton), and after his wife died, he found it difficult to look at Kuzco, who looked so much like her, instead leaving his care in his advisor, Amaru. As such, Manco grows up spoiled by his people, though develops Amaru's warped view of power, especially after Sayri's death, which also leaves a hole in Manco's heart that he's desperate to fill, making it easy for his mother figure to manipulate him. Capac, on the other hand, is raised by his kind and caring father and kind stepmother, and is much more humble and insecure in contrast, being shy and ventures to the capitol in order to appeal to the cold-hearted emperor about helping his people, who he's been neglecting for the most part. He can also talk to animals, supposedly because of his pure heart, as well as being physically stronger than Manco (though Manco is smarter and more acrobatic); I don't see either of them as scrawny like Kuzco. When they meet, Manco is amused by him, and they trade places, but this turns sour when Manco realizes that Capac is much happier than he is. He inadvertently makes people upset with him due to his entitled and bratty attitude, making him more insecure and believing his father never really loved him. This embitters him to decidedly ruin Capac's life so they can both be miserable, though when Capac's family embraces Manco anyway, it makes him break down. I also like the idea that Manco's aesthetics are reds/oranges while Capac's are blues/greens.

2. Our Antagonist--Amaru, the royal advisor. She's lived for a LONG time, something that Manco (despite his arrogance) has noticed, accurately deducing that she takes advantage of the fact that no one knows much about her life by "dying" every few decades and returning as her own daughter. However, he sees this as an "old woman's game" and leaves her to it, deciding he could always fire her if she became too senile. Amaru grew up with a power-hungry mother and a royal magician for a father, so her destiny was sealed as she learned the magical dark arts, as well as the human dark arts of manipulation, breaking Manco's spirit to make him her puppet. When he and Capac switch places, she quickly realizes the change in him and blackmails Capac by threatening to out him as a sorceror who killed Manco and took his form. She's able to summon shadow monsters that can take human form, and could easily make it look like he actually did kill Manco. Once again in control, she vows to plunge the world into eternal night in order to restore her youth, which she says was wrongfully taken from her due to her ambitious family, and that she will rule the empire. She also plans to do this by inciting a civil war against "Manco" and replace him as head of the empire. I'm thinking "Queen Raveena" energy here (if you've seen "Snow White and the Huntsman): scary, cold, and calculating, though she does have fleeting moments of sympathy. Part of me imagines she has a lover--maybe a silver fox like King Magnifico with a bubbly personality like Wiggums. He supports her thirst for power, though often maneuvers things so that people are imprisoned (or banished) rather than killed.

3. The love interests--I really enjoyed Malina as Kuzco's love interest/foil in TENS, so I imagine Capac has someone like that in his corner when he becomes temporary emperor. Named Cavillace, she's a studious noble in the emperor's court who became disillusioned with Manco's cruelty, but begins to fall for "him" when the kingdom begins to take a positive turn. She doesn't trust Amaru whatsoever, but Capac's innocence and Manco's disregard of Amaru makes Cavillace believe that perhaps her feelings are misguided, and Amaru manipulates her by guit-tripping her and saying that Cavillace doesn't like her because she wants her job (and to be with "Manco"). At the end of the film, Capac and Manco decide to keep their lives switched, with only those close to them knowing, and Capac and Cavillace get married. Along with Malina, I think she'd be a mix of Princess Jasmine and Belle.

Manco's love interest, on the other hand, is a bit more vibrant. Similar to how intimate John Smith and Pocahontas were, Manco is a bit more intimate with his love interest (Chasca). She's, beautiful, sassy, clever and very self-involved, which makes Manco fall head-over-heels in love with him. Chasca reciprocates his interest, though she's taken off-guard with how emotionally fragile he is. Eventually she comes to love his dual nature, and helps him overthrow Amaru without exposing his own identity. When Manco retires to life as a peasant, Chasca does not; she convinces Capac to send them money to live off of, and while Manco rejects (most of) it, he has no issue letting Chasca keep it to further her desire for luxury. They end the movie in a boyfriend-girlfriend position. I imagine her a lot like Chel from "The Road to El Dorado" since i kinda ship her and Kuzco.

4. The resolution--I imagine the twins have a sort of "Twitches" thing going on; Manco is active during the day while Capac works best at night, plus it's a neat characterization to have the schemer a day person and the nice guy a night person. When Amaru thinks she has defeated them, she uses their innate magical powers to cause a permanent solar eclipse, strengthening the shadows while preventing the sun from escaping. When the brothers break free, they team up with their loves to defeat her, using their magic to reverse the eclipse and wither the beautiful Amaru to dust (I was thinking of turning her to stone to prevent a copy of Mother Gothel, but I wasn't sure how to implement that). If she does have a lover in this, he's banished, and her family is stripped of their status (I like the idea that she comes from a big family like Yzma did).

5. The songs. What classic Disney film would be complete without them? Okay, a few, but you get my point. Anyway, I imagine that either the Anderson-Lopez team or Lin-Manuel Miranda would do the music, as I love their work with Disney. I wasn't really impressed with what I heard from the OG tracks. Let's keep "Snuff Out the Light," though. (And BTW, if Manco and Capac had different VAs, I imagine they're both strong singers, though perhaps one is better than the other.)

The Sun King--Half-creation story, half-intro to Manco's life, I imagine this cover the legacy of the empire as well as his own mixed bag of a past, with him trying to hide any pain he feels via an upbeat number.

Moonlight--Essentially an Inca version of "Go the Distance," I see Capac singing this song as he travels to the capitol in hopes of seeing the emperor and helping his family.

The Last Night--When Manco and Capac decide to trade places, they tell themselves (and each other) that this is the last night they're unsatisfied, the last night they feel powerless and/or bored, the last night when they look in the mirror and can't see their full reflection--the last night of not having a brother. It's tender and powerful, maybe with some "Prince of Egypt" vibes in there.

I'm Better--Manco is feeling rather hurt and put off by the fact that no one really likes him when he pretends to be Capac, finding that the Capac is much more selfless, albeit sometimes at his own expense. Manco deides early on not to mimic his twin's behavior, and instead decides to be himself--and ruin Capac's own happiness.

Beguiled--A longer romantic song made of two parts: Manco and Chasca's upbeat song, something in the vein of "Rhythm of the Tambourine" and Capac and Cavillache's sweeter, cuter song, akin to "Something There."

Snuff out the Light--Essentially the same as it was originally, with the main exception being that Cavillache sees her singing this song and is abruptly captured, and this song is present-tense, happening as Amaru sings it rather than her just plotting things out.

Part of Me--Again, a longer song in my mind, a Broadway-esque song on par with "For Good" and "Let It Go (Reprise)." Manco and Capac use their powers to defeat Supai and the eclipse, erasing Amaru's shadows and turning her to dust. The brothers reflect on how different their lives are, and resolve to stay swapped for a while, if not forever.

These are just my ideas for now, subject to change! Lemme know if you have any questions or concerns about my idea

[x-heesy]

Kill kitty, kill kitty, kill

I love the way that you sweat when you lie

Hearing you beg always makes me smile

It turns me on when your honey starts to drip

As I put on the thumbscrews and tighten their grip

Slip a little bamboo under your fingernails

One wrong answer and I send in the girl

I say alien, you say salvation

I say government, you say Free Mason

I get bigger kicks when I pay for torture

All your White House clients come back for more and more and more

I said I gave a shit but I lied

My apron says Illuminati child

Kill kitty, kill kitty, kill

Claw up to the top, hell-born animal

Kill kitty, kill kitty, kill

If you wanna see your pretty face on a dollar bill

My cup is full with sweet iniquity

And you thought I was a lady

You love my punishment, I love the glamour

Now you're all tied up and I got a hammer

Light a fire in the 33rd

Splash around petrol like a dirty word

Kill kitty, kill kitty, kill

Claw up to the top, hell-born animal

Kill kitty, kill kitty, kill

If you wanna see your pretty face on a dollar bill

(Kill, kill kitty)

(Kill, kill kitty)

(Kill, kill kitty)

(Kill, kill kitty)

(Getting into your head, getting up to no good)

(Getting into your head, getting up to no good)

(Getting into your head, getting up to no good)

(Getting into your head, getting up to no good)

Kill kitty, kill kitty, kill

Claw up to the top, hell-born animal

Kill kitty, kill kitty, kill

If you wanna see your pretty face on a dollar bill

I am the fire, you need me to light the gas

You are the paper, I use you to wipe my

Kill kitty, kill kitty, kill

Claw up to the top, hell-born animal

Kill kitty, kill kitty, kill

If you wanna see your pretty face on a dollar bill

Kill kitty, kill kitty, kill

Claw up to the top, hell-born animal

Kill kitty, kill kitty, kill

If you wanna see your pretty face on a dollar bill

Revenge bent psychos, senile and dangerous

Kill kitty, kill kitty, kill

I'm on a mission, to be malicious

Kill kitty, kill kitty, kill

In God we trust, shit ain't fair

Kill kitty, kill kitty, kill

It's all a fraud

I don't care

I don't care

I don't care

I don't care

Kill Kitty - Kmfdm Remix by Angelspit 🎵

[c0zmo-writes]

Notes for chapter 6 of Birds of a Feather.

Chapter 6- Calm Before the (Fire) Storm

@possum-quesadilla @raineisinkless @katslitterbox @crawlingcarcass

“his wings were stained a garish blend of orange and indigo. He was the world’s most depressing sunset.”

Orange- anxious, indigo- depressed

“(although, if he was being honest, he really just loved the feeling of Shilo's hands in his hair.)”

Poor guy is so horribly touch starved.

“They’d started watching a new movie every night. Tonight’s film was Little Shop of Horrors.”

Added this in because I love this movie!!!! I will go insane if I can’t shout out my other interests in my work.

“HE IS!!! I love shy, clumsy dudes with glasses,” he swooned.”

I think he’d be pretty fond of Adam if they met.

“Beetlejuice hummed in thought. “I guess I like a gal who’s self sufficient. And funny. And shows me the stuff she writes, even if I can’t read it. And lives in a remote cabin. Oh, and I love when a pretty girl tranquilizes me, ties me up, throws me in her car, and kidnaps me. I swear, that’s the hottest shit. Wouldn’t you agree, Shi?” He smirked. Shilo rolled her eyes.”

The story of how they met isn’t the cutest depending on how it’s told.

“Beetlejuice had taken a liking to fake flirting with Shilo. She loved to brush it off and scoff, but deep down… She didn’t hate it.”

…!

“Beetlejuice, what did I say about smelling me? It’s creepy.”

This is a semi regular occurrence.

“Experimentally, she dragged a hand up and down the feathers on his back... Immediately, he leapt up, the feathers on his back and wings blossoming into shades of light pink and yellow.”

Back touching is a very intimate gesture in harpy culture.

“He fought to free himself from the fuzzy fabric, but his feathers fluffed up and sent him further into his frenzy.”

I FUCKING LOVE ALLITERATION. Is this sentence a bit much? Probably. Don’t care though.

“Shilo picking at her hair.”

She’s got some hair pulling problems (just like me !!!)

“I did. When I told you about her, there was a… tiny detail I left out. Real small, don’t even matter that much! Honest!”

…

“If you had asked a seventeen year old Shilo if, in eight years, she saw herself planning out the murder of her best friend’s psychotic mother, she would’ve asked if you were mentally disturbed. But now, here she was, looming over a whiteboard with a marker in hand, writing the title: “how to kill beej’s crazy fire bird mom”.

Safe to say she’s had a bit of character development in those years.

“They swapped ideas between each other, until they eventually created a list that consisted of: “water?”, “stab !!”, “wait until she’s senile (may not happen within Shilo’s lifetime)”, “feed her to a wild animal”, “iron”, “holy water”, “garlic”. As much as Shilo insisted that garlic was for vampires, Beetlejuice was set on adding it as an option.”

Beetlejuice has already used a few of these options, but it never hurts to try again!

“Even though he was asleep, his head still shuffled until it rested in its favorite spot— right over her heart.”

He loves the sound of her heart beating <3

[osunism]

Daughter of Disgrace

"Is there any place where Heaven's bastard daughters are welcome?"

Rating: Mature to Explicit [for future sexual content and graphic depictions of violence]. Pairing[s]: Satoru + Sundari || Nadja + Sukuna Warning[s]: Smut [obv], graphic depictions of violence, major character death[s], as well as some toxic relationship elements. Spoilers for the manga, so if you only watched the anime, turn back. Summary: In the aftermath of Satoru Gojo's sealing, Sundari must choose rebellion in order to free him. Lucky for them both, rebellion has always been her preferred modus operandi.

🪧 Be Advised: [This is the sequel to Beast of No Nation. It's recommended that you read that fic first to get the context of this one].

𓃰 AO3 || OC Masterpost || Fic Masterpost

𓃰 Chapter Three: A Touch of Divinity

     It is decided that Maki will go alone to the Zenin Estate. Not like anyone argues with her, the look on her face is enough to brook no room for argument. Even Yuji, normally so eager to help, understands that this is something she must see through alone.

     No one questions the chill of what that implies.

     “There will be resistance,” Nadja tells Maki, the morning she leaves.

     “I know, Hikmat-sensei,” Maki says cooly. “I’m counting on it.”

     Nadja smirks, one killer to another. It is all the approval Maki needs to bolster the last of her resolve. She is steel and her mind is honed to a razor’s focus and edge. There is nothing left to teach her. She will either come back victorious or not at all.

     Maki strides off into the morning mist, and Nadja thinks of the spiderweb cracks in the pattern closing in on her life. How did Toji’s actions get them here? Did they know? They, with their farsight, who crafted her for one terrible, heartbreaking purpose?

     A chill goes down her spine.

     Without thinking, Nadja whirls, a blade hissing from its sheath.

     Sukuna catches her wrist, staring at her through Yuji’s youthful face. Somehow, his presence sharpens the boy’s features—ages them. Nadja stares at him, wide-eyed, her arm quivering from the effort. The thin, needle-like blade hovers a hair’s breadth from his throat, restrained only by his grip. He grins at her, malicious and hateful and eager.

     “So you haven’t lost your edge,” Sukuna says, pleased. He doesn’t release her wrist, squeezing hard enough that Nadja grits her teeth, her bones grinding under the strength of his grip. “I was beginning to wonder if you’d grown soft in your dotage.”

     Nadja chuckles. “As you have grown senile in yours, my love,” she says with dripping venom.

     “It won’t be long before I have you again, Nadja,” Sukuna says. “And I will repay your betrayal for every year I waited for you. For every year you kept our daughter from me.”

     Nadja jerks her arm, but he jerks back, pulling her closer. He breathes deep, takes in her scent, still the same, lifetimes later. He almost wants to have her now but he has to wait. He doesn’t want the brat between them when he takes his vengeance.

     “You make it sound like you wanted to be a father,” Nadja retorts. “Would you have consumed her? As you did the others?”

     That takes Sukuna off-guard, and she uses that opportunity to wrench herself free of his grasp, resheathing her blade at the nape of her neck, and adjusting her stance, as if his touch burns her. Sukuna stares at her, disbelieving.

     “You thought I’d have you feed me our brat? The one I asked you for?”

     Nadja frowns. “Yes. It is one of the reasons why I left, Ryōmen. I told you in the beginning I would not be one of your concubines. I decided to save my daughter’s life.”

     “And sealed her anyway.”

     Nadja looks away. “It was for her safety and the safety of others.”

     “You collared her like an animal!” Sukuna sounds outraged and he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t understand why he cares, but here in this era, where he has existed in solitude for centuries, knowing that the one woman who—

     “You didn’t see what she was capable of, Ryōmen,” Nadja hisses. “You didn’t see what she did in the name of grief.”

     No, he hadn’t seen, but he can guess. When he accepted Nadja’s absence as permanent, grief had turned him into a monster. He is strangely content with that for it has served him well over the course of the centuries. He exists now only to serve his own whims.

     He thinks about his skirmish with Sundari in Shibuya. Her speed, strength, and her power. She’s able to drain cursed energy, he knows, but what does she do with it all? Where does it go? That’s what he needs to find out.

     “And that warranted punishing her for centuries?” He asks. For once, his hatred is forgotten. He sees only her, remembers only the joy they brought each other. But each of them are changed by their experiences, and him worst of all. He cannot allow himself to forgive her. He has to see this through.

     “It wasn’t punishment,” Nadja says softly. Sukuna’s expression softens somewhat. “It was to protect her from those who would hunt her, and I didn’t want her to spend her entire life hiding from humanity.”

     Sukuna scoffs. “She wouldn’t have to; humans are maggots to be crushed beneath her feet.”

     Nadja rolls her eyes. “And yet your daughter stands with them. Gods, Ryōmen, what—”

     “Why did you flee before we could be wed?” Sukuna asks. It’s Nadja’s turn to be caught off-guard. She stares at him, and he watches the expressions pass through her one eye, and he can name every single one. He has not forgotten how to read her, nor she him, it seems. This will be harder if he lets her get too close again.

     Nadja opens her mouth to reply, and Sukuna makes a choked sound through his gritted teeth. The marks on his face flicker before Yuji takes over.

     “Huh? Hikmat-sensei!” His brown eyes are wide with shock, and he looks around. “How’d I get—oh no. Did Sukuna get out again?”

     Nadja regains her composure. “Yes,” she says. “But he didn’t harm anyone. I had it under control.” A lie. He’d cornered her and she nearly confessed to him. This mission will be harder if she gets too close, but she must for it to work.

     “Oh,” Yuji says, unsure. “Well, I should get back. Are you sure everything’s alright?”

     Nadja nods. “It’s fine, Yuji. Go with the others. I came to see Maki off not too long ago.”

     Yuji nods, and she wonders if he understands what Maki means to do. She decides not to tell him. He carries enough grief on his shoulders. When he turns to walk away, Nadja watches him go, and breathes a sigh of relief when the chill in her spine disappears.

     Sundari stares at the Prison Realm’s backdoor, and she thinks she’s finally figured out how to open it.

     The only problem is once she does their enemies will know where they are. Satoru will be free, wherever he is, and will make his way to them, hopefully before their enemies can close in on them. Sundari needs to use just enough of her technique to undo the seam and nullify the barrier, then discharge the resulting positive energy somehow.

     Her memories still have holes in them, but she knows she was once able to do it.

     Can you heal others?

     Sundari gets up with a frustrated growl and kicks the backdoor. It tumbles across the floor, coming to a halt at Tengen’s feet, who looks down at it, then at Sundari, who knifes her fingers through her curls, four eyes sharp with frustration, a sour bend on her lips. She looks like Sukuna here, and Tengen thinks the resemblance is uncanny. It doesn’t help that she is marked with the same tattoos. Cursed with the same insatiable hunger.

     “Why can’t you open the Prison Realm?” Sundari demands of Tengen, who does not seem to look sympathetic to her cause, yet she senses a compassion from them that rankles her nerves. Why does it bother her when she is shown pity?

     “It was designed to contain anything, even the Six Eyes,” Tengen explains. “To break such a powerful seal requires a touch of the divine. Your mother was built for Extermination, but you…you are something new.”

     Sundari blinks, confusion crossing her features.

     “Extermination…?”

     A memory forms in her mind, pulled from a place deep within her soul.

     A skirmish, fought over something as paltry as imaginary lines carved into maps. Sundari, casting a shield of protection over the Dewed Lotus. The bodies of several of her aunts, broken and bloodied. Nadja, silver sword flashing, piercing the heart of a dragon’s cursed apparition. Sparks of light raining down, and the quiet of a blood soaked battlefield. The cawing of crows, and the weeping of a mother in distress. Vanhi’s eyes, cold and glassy in death.

“Oh,” Sundari whispers, realizing. “Oh…”

     “Does that mean…?” She glances down at the flesh-box, glares at the seam. Suddenly, she understands. A touch of the divine.

     “Tengen-sama,” Sundari says. “Can you create a barrier strong enough to contain me while I do this thing? Something that’ll hide the massive amount of energy I plan to use?”

     Tengen thinks for a moment, then nods…at least Sundari thinks it is a nod.

     “It will take some time to construct but I will tell you when it is ready. I take it you’ve figured out how to open the backdoor?”

     Sundari nods. “Yeah…I have an idea, and it’s crazy, but I think Satoru is powerful enough that it’ll work.”

     Tengen doesn’t argue, doesn’t speak doubt into whatever batshit idea is cooking in her brain, and Sundari appreciates it because if anyone says anything she’ll lose her fucking nerve, and Satoru will have to wait for her to find her courage again. Or kill that fucking sorcerer with the stitches.

     It takes Tengen a few hours to construct the barrier around her, using the empty barriers within their domain. Sundari can feel the change, and she ignores the feeling of alarm as she’s sealed inside a barrier specifically designed to keep and the backdoor inside. She takes a deep breath, then another, until her breathing cycles through every chakra in her mind’s eye, her cursed energy flowing like waterfalls feeding into one another, infinite and limitless.

     She smiles. She’ll have to ask Satoru about this later. Is that how he’s able to do it?

     She exhales, feels her second set of arms roll out from her body smoothly, forming the mudra for serenity. Her top hands form the mudra for purification. She cycles through her breathing, cursed energy building.

     Cursed Technique Maximum Output: Purification.

Dewed Lotus, India 446 AD

     “Slow is smooth and smooth is fast,” Vanhi says from her pose, left leg crossed over her right knee, hands in a mudra for serenity. She has been as still and immovable as stone for the last thirty minutes and Sundari is losing her patience in this pose. When her mother said she would be learning how to hone her skills she had expected to be embroiled in combat, learning how to defend and attack.

     Instead, she’s learning how to pose and breathe and dance. These feel more like a courtesan’s skillset than a warrior’s. She doesn’t understand what breathing has to do with charring cursed spirits. Of course, Vanhi doesn’t care because she understands what Sundari does not. And so Sundari endures, turning her grumbling inward as she focuses on stillness and serenity.

     It is common for some of Vanhi’s resident courtesans—all of whom Sundari refers to as ‘auntie’ something or other—to come and watch as their ‘little devi’ learns to master her divine gifts. They whisper behind their henna-stained, bejeweled hands, marveling at the girl’s mighty physique, just like the gods themselves. Four arms, markings that are clearly preternatural in origin, and four eyes. She looks like a goddess carving come to life, even if she is a minor one.

     Sundari breathes, trying to get a handle on the energy building within her. Vanhi watches patiently. There’s a small look of pride on her face when Sundari’s cursed energy locks into an even-tempered flow.

     “Sorcerers think it’s all about might and strength, and since most prominent sorcerers are men, it’s easy to see why,” Vanhi explains. Sundari suppresses the urge to chuckle, but some of the assembled women do it for her.

     “To that end…” Vanhi smoothly shifts from one pose to another, one mudra to another. “It is no surprise so many of them are short-lived or resort to ridiculously complicated binding vows and profane rituals to increase their power. That is not to say binding vows are inherently weak—in fact, they are easy to increase your strength—the problem is they are temporary. Are you strong because of the binding vows you’ve tangled yourself in or are you strong because you simply have the might to make your position unassailable?”

     Vanhi points her finger, and a boulder in the garden warps, and then is turned inside out, shattering from the force of Vanhi’s cursed energy. Sundari is startled out of her breathing cycles as she sees it. She’s never seen Vanhi use her technique on a person before but if it’s anything to go by, it’s gruesome.

     “Being able to master your breathing will allow you precise control over your energy and your technique,” Vanhi explains, not even looking winded, the tip of her pointer finger still glowing with shakti—what the Japanese jujutsu sorcerers call cursed energy. “Your allies will thank you, and your enemies will fear your unwavering resolve. Never let your emotions take the reins from you.”

     Sundari is still staring at the boulder, and she nods, sobered by the thought.

Present Day, November 10, 2018

     Sundari’s eyes—all four of them—are glowing white. The power within her builds and builds, and she is deaf and blind to everything but the light within her, and the dark two. Two rivers of power within her body, from the crown to the root of her, all her cursed energy doubling over on itself, withering and converting. She almost has it, she can see the shape of the technique within her, the power she’s grasped only once in her life, once and never again.

     The backdoor of the Prison Realm shudders and dances across the ground, the seam beginning to strain against the pull of Sundari’s divine magic. Sundari feels the strain in her center of gravity, and she focuses her breathing. Sweat runs in rivulets down her temples, and her will tunnels down to the singular goal of tearing open this fucking box.

     But it’s too much. The Prison Realm is stubborn, its seal absolute, and Sundari gasps and releases her technique, sagging over in her seated position as the vicious little box remains unscathed, but sizzling from her battle with its strong, ancient magic. If divine might is needed, then surely, she should be able to pull this thing apart? Half of her she knows has divine ichor in her veins. She could not do half of what she does otherwise. The other half…the other half is whatever her father has made of himself. Curse. Demon. Demigod. Whatever it is feels like a tar pit inside of her. A sticky darkness with a wide maw and sharp teeth.

     Drip.

     A splash of crimson on the floor in front of her. Then another. A steady drip of crimson as blood pours from her nose.

     Could that be why she failed?

     “Sundari?” The voice is familiar, and she looks up, her vision blurred. She thinks for a moment perhaps she has not failed, and that Satoru is there by her side. But something’s wrong.

     “Satoru?” She whispers. Why isn’t his hair white? Why are his eyes not blue?

     Her vision whirls, sparkling darkness eating away the light before she collapses.

     She wakes up in her father’s domain. She feels disoriented, groggy, as if she has been drugged. She climbs wearily to her feet in the ankle-deep waters.

     “That was foolish of you,” Sukuna’s resonant voice spills over her senses like steel sheathed in velvet. She glares up at him, no ready retort on her lips for once. Sukuna raises a bored brow, expecting her sharp tongue at any moment. When no snappish words come, he narrows his eyes at her. He sees the weariness in her, and in a blink, he is before her.

     “You nearly burned out your cursed technique,” he seems to be scolding her, and she looks at him, confused. “Have you not figured out how to replenish yourself mid-battle?”

     “No,” Sundari mutters. “My memory still has fucking holes in it. Things I know I should know are…difficult because I cannot remember them.”

     She knows she was close. She could feel it. Had she kept on—

     “You would have destroyed your brain and died,” Sukuna says as if reading her thoughts. Are her thoughts so naked upon her face? Would that her mother had taught her to be a spy instead. Sukuna glares at her, but she notices there’s none of that maddened disdain within it. There’s only the cold disapproval of…of a father.

     Holy shit?

     “You’re saying there’s a way to keep reverse cursed technique running while I’m putting out so much energy?” She demands. Sukuna doesn’t answer and she thinks about it. How could she hope to cycle so much cursed energy to repair her brain while she was putting out a maximum amount of power? It seems risky. It is risky. It’s a gamble that can kill her.

     “You weren’t trained in Japanese sorcery,” Sukuna observes. Sundari doesn’t answer right away, watching as he studies her. “India? Is that where your mother hid you? Of course, where else would a four-armed child with strange markings be welcomed as blessing?”

     Sundari swallowed, suddenly uncomfortable with his interest in where she was raised. But Sukuna is looking for something. There is a question on his mind and his observations are his attempt at answering it. She refuses to confirm any of his suspicions lest she give into whatever plans he may be making. He’s been suspiciously silent since Shibuya, and that worries her.

     “Did your mother take another?” Sukuna asks. Sundari looks away, then swears in her head. Sukuna’s four eyes are sharp as he regards her, all of him in stillness, like a predator that has seized upon an opportunity to pounce very soon.

     “She did, didn’t she? Let me guess…another sorcerer. She needed someone to teach you since she is not a sorcerer herself. And that’s why you carry yourself like divinity incarnate.”

     Sukuna smiles, slow and predatory. He loves a puzzle, and Nadja’s puzzle has been the most interesting by far.

     “A daughter of Heaven, and me…” He reaches out and Sundari freezes, knowing she’s at his mercy while in his domain. He traces the markings on her face with his fingertips.

     “It seems even Heaven wants you to carry my curse,” Sukuna says and there is something that Sundari can almost mistake for somberness as he says this. “You wear it well, whelp. But you’ll need more than raw power if you hope to contend with me.”

     Sundari finds her courage again, less disoriented than before.

     “Is that a challenge, dad?” She asks, her lip curled to reveal her sharp canines. Sukuna smirks at her, tilting his head.

     “It is pure, inescapable fact, daughter. Either you will get stronger, or I will kill you, after I’ve killed everyone else in your little band, including the Itadori brat.”

     Sundari blinks, visibly nonplussed. What?

     “What is your fucking problem?” She hisses and he glances at her sharply. Her disrespect is tolerated only because there is some shred of his soul that still burns endlessly for her mother, and a part of himself he has buried over the centuries that mourns never knowing this strong, willful daughter who dares to look him in the eye without fear. With insolence.

     She’s so much like him it makes him laugh. He does laugh, full throated and amused.

     “Get your rest, whelp,” he says when he’s done. “It won’t be long before we meet again. Remember my promise.”

     Sundari rolls her eyes, even as the domain around her fades, casting her back into her body…which hurts all over.

     “Fuck…” She mumbles as her eyes crack open, the smaller ones tender and sensitive to the sunlight filtering through the room. She closes them and then tries to sit up. Her head is pounding. The amount of power she used to try and open the Prison Realm had nearly destroyed her. Had Sukuna been the one to pull her out in time? She can’t remember, only that she failed.

     Dripdripdrip.

A splash of salty liquid darkens the sheet balled in her fists in her lap. Tears stream down her face, and she is not sure if she is angry or sad or some painful dichotomous cocktail of both. All she knows is that her heart hurts, her head hurts, and she cannot do the one thing Tengen said only she can do. She presses the heels of her hands into her eyes, making a small sound as she tries to get her emotions under control.

     She sees a row of beds, one hidden by curtains. She can make out the steady cursed energy of Nanami in that bed, still in a coma after sustaining severe injuries in Shibuya. His cursed energy is strong, but the flicker of it is small, as if he is struggling to replenish it. Sundari can’t understand where everything went so fucking wrong.

     “Sundari,” there’s a warm voice next to her, and Sundari sees her mother seated by her bedside. “Try not to do too much, your cursed energy is still replenishing.”

     Sundari has never heard her mother sound so shaken. What happened?

     “What happened?” She asks aloud. Nadja hesitates.

     “You tried to open the Prison Realm, but you burned your technique out in the process. Tengen says it was…an anomaly of sorts. An explosion of positive energy instead of cursed energy.”

     “Like last time…” Sundari mutters and Nadja winces, looking away.

     “That was different,” Nadja says. “You didn’t know what would happen if you used your techni—”

     “I knew exactly what would happen, mom,” Sundari says sullenly. “I was angry, and I willingly killed those people. It’s fine. I’ve made my peace with the fact that I did what I did, and you sealed me away rather than strike me down. That about right?”

     Nadja says nothing, but there’s a gravitas in her gaze that confirms everything.

     “And you never intended for me to be unsealed,” Sundari says.

     Again, Nadja is silent, but a tear crawls down her cheek. Sundari snorts, suddenly unable to look at her mother.

     “Satoru is in the same boat,” she says, looking out the window as the sun paints the campus in harsh gold. “Sealed away because he’s too powerful to kill, too dangerous to be left to his own devices. Too overwhelming to be controlled. And they’ve made it a crime to unseal him. All because they blamed him for Shibuya, but I know it was more than that.”

     Sundari looks at her mother.

     “It wasn’t just that I killed those people,” she says. “You couldn’t control me, or the narrative surrounding my existence, so you made me mortal. You made me ordinary. I walked this world deaf, dumb, and blind to all that I was, and now in a time where power like mine is needed, I have failed.”

     She is angry, but she is so tired.

     “Had I never been sealed I could have finished this before it began. I could have overtaken Sukuna in Shibuya, saved countless lives, prevented Satoru from falling into that trap!” She can feel herself losing control again and her mother looks at her gravely, and suddenly Sundari is sobbing because she doesn’t know where to direct the flow of her emotions. Her failure is more than a blow to her pride, it reignites her fury at having ever been sealed to begin with.

     “Sundari,” Nadja whispers. “I am sorry, truly. I could think of no other way to protect you, not only from others, but from the very real possibility that I might be ordered to put you down one day.”

     Sundari stares at her. “And would you? Put me down, I mean. If they ordered you to do it, would you?”

     Nadja doesn’t answer. She can’t answer. Sundari sucks her teeth contemptuously.

     “Get out,” she mutters. Nadja hesitates but Sundari’s garnet eyes flare dangerously bright, like fire.

     “Get out!” She screams. Nadja tries not to let the fact that Sundari’s ire has wounded her, but Sundari knows she has, and she regrets it almost immediately. Nadja leaves silently as Shoko enters. For a moment, her gaze follows the other woman, her expression unreadable. She comes to Sundari’s bedside.

     “You’re looking good for someone who almost destroyed a quarter of their brain,” she says. Sundari doesn’t answer, giving her a stony look. She’s not in the mood for humor. Shoko heaves a brief sigh.

     “Look, I managed to repair most of the damage, and your RCT will handle the rest once your energy replenishes but my advice is to never try what you did again in the near future…not unless you’re in some kind of weird murder-suicide pact with Gojo in which case, please do not go through with it.”

     She sighs again. “I had a look at your labs, and you’ve got the strangest blood I’ve ever seen.”

     “Ichor,” Sundari says. “My mother is not human.”

     “Not…” Shoko looks back briefly to where Nadja exited the infirmary. “Huh. I never would have guessed. I thought she was just a heavenly restricted human like Maki.”

     Sundari snorts. “She is, but she’s not—look, it’s complicated and the strange thing with her pact forbids me from talking about it. But if my labs look strange it’s because well…look at my fucking parents, I guess.”

     Shoko looks somewhat sympathetic. Despite everything, she does have a heart, and she can’t imagine being burdened with parentage like Sukuna as one’s literal sire and some immortal divine warrior for a dam. Sundari’s existence is an anomaly, and Shoko notes that since Gojo came into his own there’s been a lot of that going around lately.

     “I have to free him,” Sundari says. She brooks no room for argument. “I have to free him or die trying otherwise what the fuck is this all for?”

     Shoko says nothing, wishing she could light a cigarette to relax her nerves right now.

     “I know,” she says softly. “And I hope you succeed, just not at the cost of your own life. I’m still a doctor, you know.”

     Sundari doesn’t smile but her expression softens. She cannot take out her frustration on everyone, just the ones who deserve it, like her parents. Her father, for passing on his curse and being quite possibly the most terrible person she’s ever encountered…and her mother, for being a liar about all of it.

     “For what it’s worth,” Shoko says, “I’m grateful you’re here. I think the kids are too.”

     Sundari tries to smile, finds it exhausting so she stares instead, lip quivering.

     “Your labs, barring the strange blood, are normal,” Shoko continues. “Let’s get a few basic questions answered and then I’ll give you my diagnosis and recommendation for recovery.”

     For the remainder of the session, Sundari answers questions, just enough to have Shoko give her discharge paperwork, and soon she is outside in the crisp November air, feeling stripped and vulnerable, like an exposed nerve. Since Tengen has adjusted the barriers, it’s safe for their group to move around within the Star Corridor, and she finds her way back easily, where Yuji greets her enthusiastically. He doesn’t even look mad or disappointed that she failed, only relieved that she is alive and well.

     Maybe she should take a page from his book one day.

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sgt pepper's lonely heart club band. or whatever it is. I think that's right <3 and GRACE!!!!

it is right i'm not a big pepper head so there aren't really any deep cuts here i'd say

1. when i'm sixty four because i used to put on the yellow submarine dvd to listen to it as a kid (with nowhere man) and i still have the perfect imprint of the va saying s-s-senile delinquents in my ear

2. lucy in the sky because the animated sequence for it is so beautiful in yellow submarine

3. fixing a hole pretty good song

4. sgt pepper's lonely hearts club band love when they start playing it with their clones in yellow submarine

5. a day in the life....well here we are at a crossroads... a day in the life it seems i've grown quite fond of you

GRACEEEEEE<333333

1. lover you should've come over literally indetronable

2. i want someone badly i know it's on the extended edition and i don't care...

3. so real what i mean when i say that's so real

4. forget her when men are sooooootortured 😁😁

5.dream brother😢

[cant-blink]

Re-Imagining “The Swan Princess”... because giant bat monsters are cool

In my giant bat monster phase, dunno why. Cama Zotz from the Silverwing book trilogy, yes please. Still feel cheated he wasn’t included in the GvK movie, though apparently, he showed up in a comic tie-in. Can’t be bothered.

But an unexpected memory came up of a long-forgotten movie from my childhood. 

Brain: Heyo, remember The Swan Princess? The animated movie? Me: Oh, shit, haven’t thought of that in years. A terrible movie, wasn’t it? The characters were terrible and the plot nonsense. Why did I even watch that movie so much growing up? Brain: “The Great Animal”. Me: .......................... *watches and rewatches the scenes featuring the creature* Yep, I suddenly remember why I loved this movie. Goddamn it, why you gotta be so cool in a movie this stupid?! And why you gotta spend most of it in stupid human-form?

I mean, c’mon! Head of a wolf, tail of a lizard, body and wings of a bat, and talons of an eagle. So cool!

Who cares, it is now canon in my mind that The Great Animal is Rothbart’s true form and he turns human to better manage his dark magic powers (because hands are more useful than wings). He has an old senile human slave, and a fixation on this human Odette that he’s holding hostage as revenge for the king killing off his species and rendering him the last of his kind.

Let’s throw in some “Beauty and the Beast” aspects, because I low-key love that trope. It centers on the idea that the love is not based on appearances, something The Swan Princess tries and fails to deliver. 

.... Just more evil, please, because The Great Animal is not a nice guy and I love my villains to stay villains. But he is falling in love with Odette during her imprisonment and his plot to marry her into the throne become a genuine affection for her.

Derek (fuck him, no seriously, he’s terrible as a love interest) is out to kill this monster that kidnapped Odette and finally bring the cruel species to extinction.

Fuck it, might just make a spin-off story of The Great Animal, treating him like he’s an actual monster and not just a human wizard shapeshifting into one because that’s boring to me.

What’s the point of this post? I dunno, I’m working busy hours and my ever-shattering mind needs a distraction. So giant bat monsters.

[rockislandadultreads]

Libby Spotlight: Horror eAudiobooks

The House Across the Lake by Riley Sager

Casey Fletcher, a recently widowed actress trying to escape a streak of bad press, has retreated to the peace and quiet of her family’s lake house in Vermont. Armed with a pair of binoculars and several bottles of bourbon, she passes the time watching Tom and Katherine Royce, the glamorous couple living in the house across the lake. They make for good viewing—a tech innovator, Tom is powerful; and a former model, Katherine is gorgeous.

One day on the lake, Casey saves Katherine from drowning, and the two strike up a budding friendship. But the more they get to know each other—and the longer Casey watches—it becomes clear that Katherine and Tom’s marriage isn’t as perfect as it appears. When Katherine suddenly vanishes, Casey immediately suspects Tom of foul play. What she doesn’t realize is that there’s more to the story than meets the eye—and that shocking secrets can lurk beneath the most placid of surfaces.

Bird Box by Josh Malerman

Something is out there . . .

Something terrifying that must not be seen. One glimpse and a person is driven to deadly violence. No one knows what it is or where it came from.

Five years after it began, a handful of scattered survivors remain, including Malorie and her two young children. Living in an abandoned house near the river, she has dreamed of fleeing to a place where they might be safe. Now, that the boy and girl are four, it is time to go. But the journey ahead will be terrifying: twenty miles downriver in a rowboat—blindfolded—with nothing to rely on but her wits and the children's trained ears. One wrong choice and they will die. And something is following them. But is it man, animal, or monster?

Engulfed in darkness, surrounded by sounds both familiar and frightening, Malorie embarks on a harrowing odyssey—a trip that takes her into an unseen world and back into the past, to the companions who once saved her. Under the guidance of the stalwart Tom, a motely group of strangers banded together against the unseen terror, creating order from the chaos. But when supplies ran low, they were forced to venture outside—and confront the ultimate question: in a world gone mad, who can really be trusted?

This is the first volume in the “Bird Box” series.

The Southern Book Club’s Guide to Slaying Vampires by Grady Hendrix

Patricia Campbell's life has never felt smaller. Her ambitious husband is too busy to give her a goodbye kiss in the morning, her kids have their own lives, her senile mother-in-law needs constant care, and she's always a step behind on thank-you notes and her endless list of chores. The one thing she has to look forward to is her book club, a close-knit group of Charleston women united by their love of true crime and paperback fiction. At these meetings they're as likely to talk about the Manson family as they are marriage, motherhood, and neighborhood gossip.

This predictable pattern is upended when Patricia meets James Harris, a handsome stranger who moves into the neighborhood to take care of his elderly aunt and ends up joining the book club. James is sensitive and well-read, and he makes Patricia feel things she hasn't felt in twenty years. But there's something off about him. He doesn't have a bank account, he doesn't like going out during the day, and Patricia's mother-in-law insists that she knew him when she was a girl—an impossibility.

When local children go missing, Patricia and the book club members start to suspect James is more of a Bundy than a Beatnik—but no one outside of the book club believes them. Have they read too many true crime books, or have they invited a real monster into their homes?

The Last House on Needless Street by Catriona Ward

In a boarded-up house on a dead-end street at the edge of the wild Washington woods lives a family of three.

A teenage girl who isn't allowed outside, not after last time.

A man who drinks alone in front of his TV, trying to ignore the gaps in his memory.

And a house cat who loves napping and reading the Bible.

An unspeakable secret binds them together, but when a new neighbor moves in next door, what is buried out among the birch trees may come back to haunt them all.